"Isn't that Ping'er?" Zhang Fei turned his head and saw Guan Ping, Wei Yan, and the others, immediately greeting them, although his booming voice made Zhuge Liang involuntarily take two steps back.
"Uncle." Guan Ping cupped his fists and saluted Zhang Fei, "Looks good. I wonder how it would be if we tried it?" Zhang Fei muttered, and without further ado, lunged a spear towards Guan Ping.
The Eighteen-foot Long Serpent Spear bent into a large arc at the moment Zhang Fei suddenly exerted force, but in the next instant, it straightened abruptly. The Serpent Spear, shrouded in pitch-black mist, darted like a fierce dragon charging out from the mountain towards Guan Ping.
Guan Ping, ready at the moment of Zhang Fei's muttering, held his Green Dragon Saber single-handedly. Suddenly, it burst into a radiance. Then Guan Ping gripped the hilt with both hands and fearlessly swung it at Zhang Fei's spear.
